DESTINATION
A Washington car conductor, born in London and still a cockney, has
succeeded in extracting thrills from the alphabet--imparting excitement
to the names of the national capitol's streets. On a recent Sunday
morning he was calling the streets thus:
"Haitch!"
"High!"
"Jay!"
"Kay!"
"Hell!"
At this point three prim ladies picked up their prayer-books and left
the car.--_Lippincott's Magazine_.
Andrew Lang once invited a friend to dinner when he was staying in
Marlowe's road, Earl's Court, a street away at the end of that long
Cromwell road, which seems to go on forever. The guest was not very
sure how to get there, so Lang explained:
"Walk right' along Cromwell road," he said, "till you drop dead and my
house is just opposite!"